Through the desolate wasteland
-My eyes,
he seeks a sort of emotion
Fear perhaps
His sadistic nature demands it.
Yet all I feel is a sort of calmness, peace even.
Because I know with him there is no longer any need to pretend
His silence is my reassurance.
My heart with its calming thumps
Beats on my ribcage.
Yet not with fear
-I never fear him,
Slowly badump, badump, badump
The uniform sound luls me into security
Then I hear it.
Shhhhh.
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SILENCE
Short StoryThey say the eyes are the window to the soul... Please, that must mean my soul is bright and full of innocence. Absurd, one should never judge a book by its cover or you just might get cut by the paper inside it. Oh and his? Simple. Oblivion. Now t...
